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I see the two Spanish guys first, but with him I take my time. No need to hurry. There’ll be more guys in the gym, but I’m here in the locker room, I’ve just arrived, and I walk in and there they are, all three of them naked. The two Spanish guys – beautiful in their own right – talk casually between them, their bodies lean and tall. They have dark sprinklings of hair on their chest. One of them is using the locker next to mine and stands near me to put something in or take something out, so that when I glance down and I can see the soft hairs on his arse cheeks, the way the hair grows thicker towards the crack. His back is slim. Streamlined. They head for the showers. But the third one is taking is time getting dressed and his cock hangs between his legs like a prophecy, the weight of a prediction. I am obliged to take note. To look.

Every now and then I am rendered breathless by a substantial cock glimpsed in a public place. Like him, I take my time: my tracksuit bottoms come off, which exposes the tattoo on the side of my thigh, my shorts come on, my sweater comes off, my T-shirt lifting up for him to see my stomach. He is in no rush to put on his underwear, but when he does they are clean and white, and they support everything he has. What is it about a substantial cock. Pornography doesn’t interest me. It’s not about pornography. I know men who like looking at big cocks in porn (pictures or movies); I very rarely watch porn, maybe now and again I’ll check out the videos on X-Tube, but that’s about it.

Is it something to do with being blessed? Something men with big cocks have that the rest of us don’t. Something that’s hidden and only a select few get to see. Big cocks should not be on show. Seeing his thick cock between his legs in the locker room at the gym was a breathtaking experience. I wanted to stare at him, at it, at this man who had been given something beautiful. By whom? By God? Being so close to a substantial cock can make one believe in God. Or luck. I had a lover once who said that my cock had magical qualities. He liked to suck on it when he was on his knees looking up at me. And his cock was bigger than mine, a cock that was perfect in every way. I don’t often feel inspired to go down on my knees.

Does it have something to do with entitlement? Is the response and the reaction to it, and the feelings that a substantial cock invokes, primal. Has it got something to do with impregnating women, about how far one’s penis can go into the vagina, further than any other’s, so that your semen will be the semen that gets to where it needs to get to first.

There was something about his calmness, as if the weight of his penis anchored him to the ground more, as if it gave him a stronger sense of assurance. And that’s all I have to say for the moment about his big cock.